"What the hell?" growled Dean although unless hell had frozen over this wasn't it. If it had frozen it would honestly make a lot of sense in explaining the weird experiences in his life. Dean shivered his leather jacket enough protection against the brisk fall breeze but not against the subzero temperature of the winter wonderland he had landed in. Fluffy clumps of snowflakes drifted lazily down to land in his hair and camouflage in an icy coating on his plumage. A warm body at contrast with the surrounds wiggled out of his hug.

"Thanks Angel," the girl grin was just as shocking in emotional change as the warmth in her fingers. The girl spun on her heel sprinting up the plowed path towards the row of neat little cape cods outlined in brightly colored lights. Dean had fallen out of reality and into a Christmas card.

"Kid wait," ordered Dean trotting in pursuit. The snow crutched under his boots. The girl didn't turn but dashed up the front steps of the nearest house. The door knob turned easily under the girl palm. It hadn't been locked, so either something wasn't right here or it was a town of hippies which really was redundant. Dean slowed as he approached the porch cautious but curious. Plus he couldn't let a child come to harm. The house opened up into a well loved if not neat kitchen. Dishes piled high in the sink. Tinsel hung with holiday joy if lacking a sense of any type of style. The scent of baking cookies hung heavy in the air and despite himself Dean felt his body relax. A woman in her prime turned as the door sprung open carefully dropping the cookies on a cooling rack. As she turned, she aged slightly before their eyes. The flawless beauty of youth developed laugh lines as she aged and somehow it only increased her beauty. She knelt spreading her arms with a smile that lite her face. The girl dashed into the woman's arms wrapping her arms around her neck.

"Merry Christmas Mommy,"

"I love you sweetie." She lifted her face to Dean "Thank you for bringing her home."

Nope. This wasn't happening.

A sneaking suspicion of his current location was gnawing on his brain. The clues were everywhere. The girl was a ghost. A lost soul trapped because of the horror of her death. Her mother had been murdered but her soul had not haunted the woods she must have passed on. The girl's fingers had been warm against his. But really whose heaven was in the minus thirties? Was he dead too? He didn't remember dying? Had the ghost accidently ganked him on her way up?

Dean stood there awkwardly at the admittedly sappy chick flick moment as the mother kissed her child forehead then handed her a melty cookie. She then stepped up to Dean and drew him into an even more awkward hug, which he stood like a stature in. Standing on tip toe her check brushing his she whispered into his ear.

"I owe you everything but you have to leave now. They sensed you the moment you landed. They are coming for you." Dean jerked away.

"Who?" he demanded.

The mother didn't answer but latched onto his sleeve dragging him to the front door and shoving him out. Dean was too confused to fight and didn't want the hurt the woman anyway.

"Don't stop moving and don't go home." Then the door slammed in his face.

If she had known him better she would have known he would do exactly what told not to. Home. Dean had been four last time he had a home. That dream had died with his own mother. Maybe the girl wasn't the only one who could go home. Who cares about the warnings? It would be total be worth anything to see his mother again.

He was no longer in the winter wonderland. The front door that had been slammed in front of him read. Laura Ziller 1950-1980 Beloved daughter and mother. Sally Ziller 1974-1980 Beloved daughter. A quick glanced around revealed an endless white hall with evenly spaced doors each with at least one name engraved. It took 30 seconds to realized that they were organized alphabetically by last name and then he was sprinting down the hall towards W.

He had just made it to Y when the flutter of wings made him dive for cover into one of the attached doors. The warning ringing in his head. They were coming for him.

Panting he pressed himself up against the door listening to the sound of flapping to pass.

"Hey dude, are you here about the noisy ice machine?" Dean's head whipped around to take in an extremely overweight early thirties man which was starting to resemble the bean bag he sprawled in. Long locks of wavy dark hair were pressed to the sides of his head by an impressive headset a x-box remote was waved around in one hand as he spoke. An endless supply of snacks including chips, candy, ice cream, cake, candy, basically all the essentials encircled, the 'dude'. Dean grinned at least this place took into account individualism.

"I know it was a toss up about here or the other place on my application but giving me the room with the noise ice machine for all eternity because you didn't think my t-shirt was appropriate seems a little petty."

"I don't work here dude," said Dean with a chuckle. He had gone passed freak out and into hyperhilarity at the situation.

"Could have fooled me with those feathers," shrugged the guy apparently losing interest in Dean and turning back to his game which in Dean opinion should come with a warning; 'may cause motion sickness'. Dean self-consciously shuffled the feathers behind his back as much as possible.

"One too many bacon cheese burgers?" Dean asked. Sadly, thinking he might have to start cutting out some of the nitrates. But in all honesty if high cholesterol killed him he would have passed his own predicted life span of making it to twenty.

"Infected paper cut," signed the gamer turning slightly red.

He slipped out of the room moments later thinking nothing could surprise him anymore; not knowing how wrong he would be. The rest of the way to his goal was empty which only increased the feeling he was walking into a trap. Heart in his throat he turned the knob for the door that read Mary Winchester beloved daughter, wife and mother below her name was Dean's with his birthdate and no end date. Sam and John were glaring absent from the door. Dean wasn't going to think to hard with what that could mean.

He entered into the dining room in their home in Kansas and had the sudden sense of falling and an old emotion that had died igniting again. Hope.

Then he saw her.

In the kitchen, long blonde hair, and the same sparking green blue eyes as his. Sam may have gotten his dark looks and temperament from their father as much as he saw Dean as the mini John Winchester. Dean had always been more like his mother. The peace marker, family centered even had gotten her green eyes and lighter hair.

"Mom,"

"Dean,"

For the second time that day Dean was enveloped by a motherly hug but this time it was Dean who was affectionate and Mary who stood like and awkward statue.

"Mom?" asked Dean drawing back slightly to look down on the shorter woman. It was a weird perspective. Since the last time Dean had seen his mother, he had to crane his neck to look up at her.

"Would you like to stay with me forever?" she asked. Dean nodded into her blond hair eyes closed.

"Son, say yes. All you have to do is say yes." Dean pulled further away slightly weirded out but this was everything he ever wanted. To have a family who loved him again. Well most everything.

"What about Sam?"

"Your brother made his choose. He left you. Left his family. He happy were he is. But that doesn't mean we can't be happy together forever. Just say yes" Mary took a step forward as Dean retreated another step back. His heart felt like it had been cleaved in two.

But this was his mom. She knew what was best for her children. Sam was better off without Dean in his life anyway.

"Ye-"

The house exploded in a blinding flash of golden light and Dean was ripped from Mary's arms.